Jenna
Well, Jenna’s going to have some NASTY gas later. Today, we fed her the roasted pig’s head from last Saturday’s wedding.
When she came into the house afterwards, she was walking really slowly, exactly like a person who’s just pigged out (pun intended) and can barely move. She’s now lying on the floor, ready to fall asleep. (I think she sometimes prefers the floor to her bed b/c it’s cooler.)
